The mind actually boggles at how many of these cheap, soft-soap Christmas TV romance movies the channels can churn out.
With my wife, I've now watched three in a row of this type and the characters and plots seem interchangeable in every one. An attractive young woman, usually from the city with a nerdy / emotionless boyfriend, finds an excuse to go to the country at Christmas time where she invariably 1) helps the local community in some way, 2) finds herself but only after overcoming a minor setback or source of confusion in her life and 3) naturally finds love with a handsome, single local man who brings out the country girl in her so that she can reject that mean old city with its fast, shallow lifestyle.
This one sees travel blogger Jen Lilley end up in Smalltown, Vermont just in time for the Christmas holidays. She's been invited there by a down-on-its-luck bed and breakfast property run by a widow, her older sister and, you guessed it, her handsome, single son. Only trouble is, she's already been hired by a major magazine to favourably review a big hotel in the same town, which is killing the prospects of the homely little B and B. Conveniently, on her very first day in the town, her current boyfriend dumps her. So what do you think are the chances of her turning around the fortunes of the little establishment, rediscovering her moral compass and naturally, fall for her soulmate-in-waiting, who just happens to be the eligible son of the bed and breakfast proprietor? Well, does Santa have a big white beard?
My wife and I had a lot of fun guessing the plot developments well in advance of their actually occurring, in fact you could extend that anticipation to actual lines of dialogue.
With lots of lingering, soft focus camera work, dialogue straight out of a batch of assorted Christmas cards and some sappy incidental seasonal music trilling away in the background, this is another one for the Hallmark set, although I must say, even my wife is starting to weary of these almost identical productions from which you can't seem to escape at this time of year.
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